Rylo Rodriguez - On The Run Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
(Tahj Money)

Heard the DA read a paragraph in front of the witness
I ain't never seen the man cry 'til he got sentenced
Really means somethin', his lil' bro died on the mission
Every year this nigga don't miss his block party he die spinnin'
Everybody got they hand out, what you gon' tell 'em?
People say you got 'em next time but you don't ever
Know you need every pistol that you got, but you gon' sell 'em
You fucked up and your mama bills due, how you gon' help her?

My bro died, they told me keep my head up, it ain't get no better
Them people he told he love ain't taught to slide, ain't make no effort
I was standin' in the trenches, we had roaches in the kitchen
Lookin' at my grandma ceilin' wishin' that we had a billion
Pushin' narcs, CB and EJ still got him behind them fences
Judge, gave him forty-thousand hours, still ain't seen him in a minute
Knew a couple niggas ain't have a sense of humor who used to laugh at me
Fuckin' the same hoes, I'm thinkin' he player, he lowkey mad at me
Freedom, he on house arrest, gotta tell him 'fore he take a route
Never know where he stay at, he done cut his ankle bracelet off
They shot up his crib, some ricocheted and hit the neighbor's house
Sent him to an opp dorm up in jail but he ain't stable now
Paralyze my cousin I know he hurt, thank God he made it through
Told his girl he wanna walk so bad but he ain't able to
It'll never go away, bro, if you rat, that's what they label you
Gotta have that extra bedroom in your house that shit gon' stay with you

Heard the DA read a paragraph in front of the witness
I ain't never seen the man cry 'til he got sentenced
Really means somethin', his lil' bro died on the mission
Every year this nigga don't miss his block party he die spinnin'
Everybody got they hand out, what you gon' tell 'em?
People say you got 'em next time but you don't ever
Know you need every pistol that you got, but you gon' sell 'em
You fucked up and your mama bills due, how you gon' help her?

He ain't go to Lids, but they got two hats in a week
Ain't no, "He too young," they left his body in the street
No more grocery shoppin', he gotta log in 'fore he buyin' sweets
They gon' send you to a place you show your ID just to eat
How you supposed to spin when niggas threatenin' you on the Instagram
Dissin' your little bro, they makin' jokes 'bout puttin' him in the ground
Don't care 'bout what you did or who you shot, don't fear any man
I know that I'm supposed to be with her but I wasn't ready then
She the only one who understand me, she kept it real
I can't never make her take no plan B, it's what it is
Havin' dreams that I could leave these damn streets up in the rear
Thinkin' too late, we could start a family and get a crib

Ain't too late for you small niggas to stop hatin' on the man
I seen niggas I thought who stand up go take the stand